Katara

“Katara,” Sokka panted, his voice trembling as he stood before her, his face flushed and his hands shaking. He dropped to his knees, his chest heaving as he looked up at her with wide, **** eyes. “Please… I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

Katara stared down at him, her eyes widening in shock. “Sokka, what are you...?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” he interrupted, his voice breaking with desperation. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I need you to use me. Please, Katara. Please.”

Katara hesitated, her heart racing as she looked down at her brother. She had never seen him like this, ****, raw, and completely consumed by desire. A part of her wanted to pull away, to tell him this was wrong, but another part of her couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her at the sight of him on his knees, begging for her.

“Sokka…” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty.

“Please,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he reached for her. “I’ll do anything. Just… use me. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

Katara’s breath hitched as she felt a surge of power course through her. She had always been the responsible one, the healer, the one who kept everyone else in check. But this… this was different. This was about control. About taking what she wanted.

“Alright,” she said, her voice low and firm. “But you’re going to do exactly as I say. Understand?”

Sokka nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with gratitude and relief. “Yes. Anything.”

Katara took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the ties of her dress. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her bare skin beneath. Sokka’s eyes widened, his gaze raking over her body with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Lie down,” she commanded, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart.

Sokka obeyed without hesitation, lying back on the bed with his legs spread wide. His cock was already hard, standing proudly against his stomach, and his chest rose and fell with every breath. Katara climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between his legs, her fingers brushing against his inner thigh.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you,” she said, her voice firm. “No matter how much it hurts. No matter how much you beg. You’re mine now.”

Sokka moaned softly, his hips bucking instinctively as he felt her fingers grazing closer to his ass. “Yes, Katara. Yours. All yours.”

Katara smirked, her confidence growing with every second. She reached for the jar of oil she kept by the bed, dipping her fingers into the slick substance before spreading it over Sokka’s hole. He gasped, his body tensing as she pressed a single finger against his tight entrance.

“Relax,” she murmured, her voice soothing despite the commanding tone. “Let me in.”

Sokka took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as she pushed her finger inside. The stretch was minimal, but it was enough to make him moan, his hips lifting off the bed in search of more. Katara smiled, pleased with his reaction, and began to move her finger in and out, slow and deliberate.

“So good,” Sokka whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure coursed through him. “Spirits, Katara, you feel so good.”

Katara added a second finger, stretching him further as she curled her fingers inside him, searching for that spot that would drive him wild. When she found it, Sokka cried out, his back arching off the bed as his cock jerked violently.

“There!” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Oh, fuck, there!”

Katara smiled, her fingers moving faster as she watched him unravel beneath her. She could feel his walls clenching around her, his body begging for more, and she knew he was close. But she wasn’t going to let him cum yet. Not until she was done with him.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice firm as she pulled her fingers out. Sokka whined in protest, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the sensation, but Katara ignored him. She reached for the jar of oil again, this time coating her entire hand before positioning it against his hole.

“Katara, what are you... ?” Sokka started, but his words were cut off by a loud moan as she pushed two fingers back inside, quickly adding a third. The stretch was intense, and Sokka’s body trembled with the effort of taking so much so fast, but he didn’t complain. He loved it.

“You’re taking me so well,” Katara murmured, her voice filled with approval as she scissored her fingers inside him, stretching him even further. “You’re such a good boy, Sokka.”

Sokka moaned loudly, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach as his hips rocked back against her hand. He was completely lost in the sensation, his mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

“Katara, please,” he begged, his voice trembling with need. “I need more. Please, fuck me.”

Katara smirked, her fingers still moving inside him as she reached for the jug of water she kept by the bed. She bent the liquid to her will, shaping it into a thick, solid form that resembled a cock. She coated it in oil before positioning it against Sokka’s hole, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“You want this?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “You want me to fuck you with this?”

Sokka nodded eagerly, his eyes wide and ****. “Yes, Katara. Please. I need it.”

Katara smiled, her hand gripping the base of the water cock as she pushed it against his hole. Sokka gasped, his body tensing as the thick cock breached him, but Katara didn’t stop. She pushed it in deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until it was fully sheathed inside him.

“Spirits,” Sokka moaned, his back arching off the bed as he felt the immense stretch. “Fuck, Katara… it’s so big.”

Katara smirked, her hand gripping his hip as she began to move the water cock in and out of him, slow and steady at first, but quickly picking up speed. Sokka cried out, his hands clutching at the sheets as he was fucked mercilessly, each thrust driving him closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” Katara whispered, her voice filled with dominance as she watched him unravel beneath her. “All mine.”

“Yours,” Sokka gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washed over him. “All yours, Katara. Fuck me. Use me. Please.”

Katara grinned, her hand moving faster as she felt his walls clenching around the water cock. She knew he was close, and she wasn’t going to stop until he came. Not until he was completely and utterly hers.

“Cum for me, Sokka,” she commanded, her voice firm and demanding. “Now.”

Sokka cried out, his body trembling as his orgasm hit him hard. His cock jerked violently, ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach as he came, his walls clamping down around the water cock as he was driven to new heights of pleasure.

Katara didn’t stop, her hand moving faster as she felt him clenching around her. She wanted to push him further, to take him beyond what he thought was possible. She wanted to make him completely hers.

“Katara,” Sokka whimpered, his body trembling as he was fucked through his orgasm. “Oh, spirits, Katara…”